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Junior prom clusterfuck

Last weekend my son, a junior in high school, attempted to go to his junior prom with his girlfriend. He hadn’t realized that tickets would not be sold at the door, so they were turned away, as he didn’t buy his tickets in advance. 

There’s a 100 different things wrong with this, but the main thing is that he was turned away from his own junior prom because he didn’t have a piece of paper saying he could go. He had the money. The tux. The date. 

I emailed the principal on Monday. I got a snotty reply saying that its A’s fault, he should have gotten tickets in advance. Everyone else managed to get tickets in advance. And, sorry for the inconvenience.

A had told me that the asst principal, who had turned them away, said others were turned away as well. The principal said, no. A was the ONLY one turned away. I replied wondering about why an exception couldn’t have been made. I wondered about what the policy actually states. I got no response. I emailed the superintendent Tuesday afternoon. He was sure that the principal would want to address my concerns himself and referred me back to him. He cc’d the principal on this email as well. I waited 2 days. No response from the principal. I emailed the principal yesterday afternoon and said that this could be all be resolved by him and the asst principal sitting down with my son and his date, apologizing for the miscommunication and being clear about what transpired; why they weren’t allowed in, what the policy states, or if them being turned away was at the discretion of the staff on site (the asst principal). I thought it would be a fine idea for the school to allow A to be invited to the Sr. prom with his date so the 600 dollars her family spent on her dress wasn’t a total waste. My thought is that clearly there was a problem here of some kind – and the adults should take the time to explain to the kids why things worked out like they did. You know – take some responsibility. Model appropriate behavior. Blah blah blah. 

The reply I got was that the principal thinks tones can be misinterpreted in emails, so a face to face talk would be best in his opinion. I should email him or call his office to set up a time. So, I emailed him at 6am this morning saying I have time at 3:30 this afternoon. I have heard nothing back from him. 

I am pretty sick of being jerked around here. If the thinks he’s misinterpreting my tone he’s wrong. I’m pissed. I’m pissed in email, and I’m pissed in person. I’m pissed that this issue is taking effort and time on my part when this is really between A and the school. Which, by the way, A emailed the asst principal on Monday asking for a meeting with him about this – and he is also being ignored. I’m not misinterpreting the principal’s tone either. He doesn’t give a shit about this. He’s ignoring me, hoping I go away. 

The girlfriend’s parents were pissed too. The father met with the principal on Monday about this. He was offered no consolation. He was told A should have been responsible for getting tickets in advance. End of story. 

Is there no end to the number of assholes I’ll get to deal with in my life?

Bedrest

Apparently living in his mothers house was entirely too stressful for me, I went into early labor at 6 months. After a trip to the hospital, staying over night and trying a few different medications to try to stop it, I was sent home with very clear instructions. “Stay off of your feet as much as possible!” I took this to mean, no dishes, no trips up and down the stairs other than for using the bathroom, no carying laudry baskets full of clothes around. He took it to mean “blah blah blah blah blah blah blah”. When I stopped doing all the things I’d been doing; dishes, laundry, cleaning up, it stopped getting done. I’d ask for help, and his reply was “When you’re off of bedrest you can do it.”

Finally, beyond frustrated at the lack of help I was getting, as I handed him his pile of laundry and asked him to put it away, he just sat there, staring at the tv and I hollered “You need to get off of your fat ass and help around here! Im sick of doing everything by myself!” He didnt speak to me for three days. Not a word. Nor did he help or change his behavior in anyway. Nothing. Him not speaking to me was my punishment. If I wanted help from him, I guess I’m not going to get it that way.

A few weeks later an old boyfriend called. He’d heard I was pregnant and wanted to see how I was doing. I thought it was a nice enough call, I was happy to hear from him. But HE was PISSED! How dare I use HIS phone to talk to another man?! Who did I think I was? What did I tell him?!
It was beyond irrational. I said it wasn’t a big deal, I told him I was happily married now. That seemed to calm him down. I felt so trapped. What am I supposed to do?

I had nightmares and heartburn regularly, but I learned very quickly to keep it to myself. I would be getting no sympathy or assistance from him, especially during the night.  Maybe after the baby was born, maybe then things would get better.

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